I had one of the eeriest dreams I have ever had last night. I dream often, but most of the time my dreams are a pastiche of odd but harmless images. Last night’s was horrible, however, because it was vivid and because it is possible. It involves a co-worker whom I will name and a troubled former student whom I will not. I am going to call him John Doe. When it begins, Miriam Porter has become clairvoyant. She has begun to have dreams that accurately predict the future. On the final day of pre-planning, the sky is gray, but it does not create a cozy atmosphere. Instead, it is oppressive and ominous. I have parked my car outside my door and left the windows down because it is so hot. Shortly after I sit down at my desk, Miriam enters my room with a look of concern and says, “Angie, I need to talk to you. I’ve had a dream, and you were in it. I dreamed that John Doe is coming to Pinewood this afternoon to hurt you.” I stare at her for a moment before responding that she must be mistaken because the harm this young man has done has been mostly to himself. He is not violent. She nods, but I can tell that she is not convinced. I try to concentrate on my work (Don’t ask me why I didn’t simply leave because I do not know.), but I cannot forget her warning. Throughout the day I go to her room to ask more questions: “Will it happen today?” “Yes.” “Will it happen here?” “It will happen on campus but I don’t know specifically where.” “Is there any escape?” “No.” I feel a sense of panic rising, but I still cannot let myself believe that John will attack me. One o’clock passes, two o’clock, three o’clock, and four o’clock pass. It is time to leave. I notice that the sky has rapidly turned a deep, angry black with clouds that look more like smoke. When I look up, I see that Miriam has come in. “Is he coming?” “Yes.” “Is he going to hurt me badly?” “Yes. Your injuries will be critical.” At that point I remember that my car is right outside and decide to drive away as quickly as I can and thwart the dream, but I also remember that she is not sure where the assault will occur. He could be waiting outside for me. He could be in my car. If I go out, I will be vulnerable…OR…he could be walking down the hall toward my room at that very moment. I don’t know what to do, which course would save me. The intent look on Miriam’s face strikes me. “Is someone else going to be with me when he comes for me?” “Yes.” That was it. I had a horrific epiphany. Tearfully, I ask, “Is it you?” Then I woke up. So how was your morning?
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 21:27:41 +0000
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